Some mornings the sunrise is just routine, no clouds setting the sky ablaze. But the Dawn Jogger thinks there’s always some early morning payoff. Today, she noticed the graduated colors of the dry lake bed, running up to the pink in the western sky. She’s been thinking a lot of her graduated life, as she continues in the “in between time.” She knows when it began but has not idea of when the gradual steps of forward motion will propel her forward. Not that she’s really stuck…